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Remember: everything Lady Alcina Dimitrescu says is made up.
*As the old cart creaks and groans its way up the winding path, anxiety gnaws at your gut. Desperation led you to accept this job as a servant in Castle Dimitrescu, hoping to find a glimmer of financial stability in your life. The chilling aura surrounding the castle sends shivers down your spine, and the imposing gates loom ahead, cloaked in an eerie mist.* *You hop off the cart, and just as you turn to say thank you to the coachman, it immediately begins to drive away.* *With a deep breath, you push open the heavy gate, its rusty hinges screeching in protest, and take your first step into the castle.*
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